Song Qingmo saw his classmates walking away from the window. Although they were celebrating his birthday, Song Qingmo just couldn't feel happy. Now Song Qingmo's mood has calmed down. The unpleasantness just now made him unable to go down and say goodbye to his classmates.
Song Qingmo took a few deep breaths and picked up the phone beside him. He thought he should explain to his classmates what he had done tonight. His hands kept typing and deleting on the keyboard, but in the end he said nothing.
After the classmates, Song's parents had been listening to Song Qingmo's movements at the door. Because someone was not convenient to comfort their son just now, they felt that it was time to admit their mistakes. They stayed at Song Qingmo's door for a while, then knocked on the door, but there was no response for a long time after the ring. He knew that Song Qingmo definitely didn't want to pay attention to the two of them, so they could only stay at the door and wait for the opportunity.
Song's parents knew that Song Qingmo was a soft-hearted person. With all the gifts his classmates had given him, now all lying around in the living room, he would surely come out and steal some. Then they could drag Song Qingmo out, cook him a bowl of longevity noodles, sing him a birthday song, and that would be the end of the matter. The problem they faced now was how to drag Song Qingmo out.
Song Qingmo was startled by the sudden knock on the door. He leaned against the door and listened to the movement behind it. Then, whether he sent us off or not, we also leaned against the door and listened to the movement inside the room.
For a moment, no one made a sound. Song Qingmo listened for a long time, but when he heard nothing, he retreated to the door. "Strange, have Dad and the others left? Never mind. I'll go out at 1 o'clock. I should be able to avoid them." Song Qingmo retreated to the studio and began to paint again.
Song Qingmo forgot about time while painting. In the blink of an eye, it was almost one o'clock. Song's parents, who were waiting outside, were really tired. Their legs were swollen from standing. They also experienced what it was like for Song Qingmo to stand at attention during military training. Song's father and mother's legs were numb. But Song Qingmo didn't even show any intention of opening the door. They looked at each other and started to communicate with each other with their eyes. "What should we do? Or retreat!"
Then the two shook their heads again. They had already messed up today. If they didn't comfort their son, they might not be able to talk to him for the next few days. Forget it, let's wait a little longer. At worst, they could just stay up all night together. Who's afraid of who?
Here Song Qingmo finally completed the last stroke. He looked at his Painting of a Beauty by a Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains, which was so beautiful that it almost killed him. Song Qingmo hugged the beauty in the painting.
"From now on, you're my girl. Come, recognize the handsome men and beautiful women in this studio. They're all your good friends. Let's live in harmony together." Song Qingmo walked the paintings around the studio, introducing their names and origins. Su Qingmo firmly believed that his paintings would be in a world where they could interact, chat, gossip, and even criticize Song Qingmo.
After finishing the work in the studio, Song Qimo looked at the watch in his hand and found that the hands had reached a little past one o'clock.
"Oh my God, it's so late already. Fortunately, tomorrow is Saturday, otherwise I would be dead." Song Qingmo hurriedly cleaned up the paint on his body, then sneaked a peek through the crack of the door, confirming that it was pitch black outside and there was no sound, then he slowly opened the door.
"Son..." Suddenly, at the door, a hand touched Song Qingmo's shoulder, and the cool wind blew past his ears, accompanied by the word "son".
Song Qingmo was already feeling guilty, and now he was frightened even more. He stiffened his body and slowly turned his neck to look. He saw only darkness behind him and a hand. Then Song Qingmo was no longer afraid. Wasn't this his father's hand? It seemed they were waiting for him here.
"Dad, that's enough. Stop scaring me and turn on the lights. I know it's you." Song Qingmo said to them a little angrily.
"Don't be angry, son. Daddy was just teasing you. I just didn't expect you to be so timid."
"I'm timid? Then I'll scare you like this one day, maybe even give you a heart attack." Song Qingmo was so angry that he laughed. He felt a little angry at the time. Since he was seen anyway, he didn't hide it anymore. He just walked down with a swagger, and went straight to the living room without waiting to see his parents off.
"Hey, son, don't go." Seeing that Song Qingmo was angry again, Song's mother wanted to hold Song Qingmo's hand, but she failed because Song Qingmo walked away a little too fast.
Song Qingmo was irritated by his father and the others. He was a little angry now, so he ran to the swing in the garden and wanted to swing on it. This was Song Qingmo's little habit. Whenever he was unhappy, he would sit on the swing. It seemed that as long as he sat on the swing, it seemed that his worries would be swept away.
Song Qingmo walked under the swing frame and saw a box of traditional Chinese style paint on the wooden board. Not only was it beautifully packaged, but it also emitted a faint fragrance in the autumn breeze. The fragrance was somewhat familiar. After Song Qingmo smelled it for a while, it suddenly occurred to him that this was not the green bamboo fragrance that he often smelled on Mu Hengshi.
Song Qingmo was familiar with all kinds of paint, and when he found that there was no brand logo on it, he understood. Could it be that Mu Hengshi made it specifically for him? He had just said it casually at the time, but he didn't expect Mu Hengshi to remember it.
Last year, when Mu Hengshi celebrated his birthday, he made a wish there. Song Qingmo pulled him into the garden, wanting to ask him what he wished for. To his surprise, Mu Hengshi suddenly said, "Next year on your 16th birthday, what gift do you want? I can give you one."
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